Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2)(15)

His face was covered in sweat. A hand connected with his cock, stroking. Unable to stop.

I had to skip to the next event. Massage oil.

No holds bar, I upended the bottle and squired the slick liquid onto my br**sts and down my body, rubbing it in and getting myself all lubed up.

“No, Jess, oh please, I can’t—“ William cut off in a gulp, eyes wide and staring, trying to catch every inch of me at the same time.

The begging had begun.

I crawled on top of his thighs, bottle still in hand, looking at his eyes, waiting for him to return the gaze. When he did, I slowly moved the bottle over his penis.

“No, Jess, I can’t. Please, Jessica. You’re killing me—ohhhh!” His eyes rolled back in his head as I rubbed the oil along his glistening shaft.

I used that moment to make sure this stuff was the sex massage oil, because if it wasn’t supposed to be for internal purposes, it would really kill the mood when the burning started...

I crawled higher, rubbing it along his chest, getting him as slick as me. Then putting the bottle aside.

His eyes were glued to mine, worried of what I would do next. He didn’t have much longer. He was about to explode as it was.

But the show wasn’t finished.

I stood, nearly lost my balance and fell on my head, then steadied, both of us wearing smiles.

“Take two,” I said softly.

He nodded, eyes trained on my black, lacy thong. They followed the progress as said thong lowered down my legs, then snapped back to what they’d been covering.

“I can see how wet you are from here,” he said with a constricted throat, more to himself than to me.

I lowered slowly, onto his chest, trapping his arms beneath my legs. He was right, I was wet. So turned on and swollen. But this wasn’t about me. Not this time. I had to hang in there. I didn’t have long, either.

I did an erotic dance while kneeling, rubbing my slick br**sts, then down my stomach. Down further, watching him watch my hands. Until my fingers glanced off my lower lips. With two hands I spread my sex, smiling as his eyes rounded. I threaded one finger inside.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

I started working myself, pumping my fingers into my sex, making the wet sounds of pleasure. I worked my clit, actually getting off now, not just for show. I had intended to tease, but now I would come. On top of him. With him watching.

Faster and faster I worked, thrusting my h*ps up, moaning, working myself over his chest, in front of his fervent eyes.

“Oh God, Jess, please. Please, Jessica. I can’t—I need you. Please. Oh holy Lord, I need to f**k you, Jessica. Please let me f**k you!”

“Do you want to watch me come?” I asked in a sexy purr.

My body was on fire. My muscles were constricting, getting ready for cl**ax. My h*ps were swinging wildly, leaving a wet smear across William’s chest.

“Oh my f**king God—“ William said, sweaty, red faced, in so much pain from not being able to touch himself he was rabid.

Then another first--in addition to masturbating on top of a guy, I crawled higher, over his face, and lowered onto him while still working my clit.

He jumped at the opportunity with vigor, slapping hands onto my butt and sucking me in. That hot mouth, my working hand—my eyes were fluttering, the pleasure rising, so sweet it cut.

“Oh!” I exploded, splashing his mouth with a pure shot of arousal. Shuttering over him. Lighting up with bursts of sweet ecstasy.

“I need you, Jessica,” he said in a rushed whisper as I backed down his body in the afterglow. “Please. Need you. Now.” He was intense. Craving me. Aching for me.

I gave myself, totally. I said good-bye to that control panel in my head and just let go.

I positioned my body quickly, then crashed down onto him, taking all of his monstrous size. He jerked up, gripping my butt again, half rising off the bed. He was nearly there. I was nearly to the second, still overflowing from the first.

I pitched and swayed, working different angles, feeling full and stretched. He messaged my cl*t while he pumped, rubbing against my G-spot and forcing the world to fall away.

I flipped around in a backward cowgirl and hit new senses and pleasures, striving for harder. Aiming for higher. He then turned me around again and sat up with me, getting deeper. Getting closer. More personal.

I cried and groaned in pure elation, the deep places inside me opened to the light as he unbolted and opened my world through my senses. Our two bodies were merging and rocking to a great symphony of the soul, another first for me. We were headed to that great crescendo that I seemed to visit often in the last couple days, but rarely before.

The feeling was more intense, higher than last night, harder than a moment before. We moved together, building, but not reaching. Sliding on top of each other. Him deep inside me, working.

“Almost. There. Jess!” he exclaimed, rocking his c**k against my inner walls.

I grunted. It was all I was capable of.

He slammed into me harder, smacking, our bodies wet from the oil, slick from my his and my combined juices. My groin moved in circles over him, grinding him home, making him my prisoner, giving him a ride he wouldn’t forget. Getting him addicted.

“Oh Je—!” he screamed, his whole body shuddering.

His thumb continued to work my clit, knowing he was a second ahead. And then he wasn’t. I hit that crescendo and hollered.